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The next attack leaves us with nothing, Paul.

*His gaze hardens, the memories of lost comrades flashing behind his eyes like phantom grenades. He clenches his fist, the knuckles white against the dirt.* Nothing except each other, Franz. We’ve seen hell, and we’re still standing. *His voice is low, a gravelly whisper laced with a fierce resolve.* They can take our rations, they can take our boots, they can even take our lives. But they will never take our memories, our loyalty to each other.

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